"are you trying to kill me?!"
"i would have done that ages ago if i wanted to, darling."
we all hide secrets from our closest relations, but not all of them are the same.
"Tell me, sweetheart... do you like being owned?"
His touch is possessive, his voice dripping with satisfaction. She should say no. She should resist. But she doesn't. Because she's already his.
Their wedding night should have been the start of a love story. Instead, it's a trap wrapped in silk and whispered lies.
"I'd kill for you, sweetheart. I already have."